An invitation to clairvoyance   It's hard to stand around and watch while they ignore us   She is dumped on, used as an ashtray   At the expense of an organized association      I see the stones in the path we laid   It's a question of tomorrow   We like to breathe the ancient wind   That we have followed      A perfect fire to burn the land   Before they knew it, the sun had fallen   Boiling the water where the hydras were crawling   The righteous go in blazing fury      And we cleanse the earth   To bring it down   Bring it down      And God will watch it burn   Releasing souls, releasing souls again   Within the wrath, we wait   To be dirt again      There is a flame I lit   I upon high